"I'm sure I'll survive. As long as you recognize that pure maple syrup is superior," I say in a teasing voice, leaning over to press a kiss to Bittle's cheek as he climbs onto the bed. I've always been accused of being spoiled by people who don't really know me, and I suppose I was in a way, but I've never really felt spoiled until Bits. He spoils me in the best possible way, making me feel special and cared for. I love it. "Thanks, babe."

After scooting over a bit so that Bits has easy access to the tray, I lift a mug of hot coffee to my mouth and take a grateful sip. The foot smells amazing and I reach for a piece of bacon, ripping it in half and handing Bits a piece. "There's a bad joke about protein in here somewhere, but I'm not awake enough to make it."